Amalfi Coast

Private jet LCY → NAP

I've put you on the G650 rather than the usual Challenger so the children have room to spread out on the longer legs, and the crew already have William's allergy on file from last summer, so there's no conversation to have on board.

Helicopter Naples → Ravello

The road from Naples to Ravello is two hours of switchbacks that the children will not enjoy. The helicopter turns it into eighteen minutes with the best first view of the coast you can get, I always start an Amalfi trip this way.

Belmond Hotel Caruso

Caruso is an 11th-century palazzo, not a hotel that looks old, the difference matters to Charlotte. I've requested Suite 16 specifically: it's the one with the open corner that frames the coast on two sides. The infinity pool appears to spill into the sea and is the most photographed in Italy for a reason. I've arranged connecting suites so the children are next door, not down a corridor.

Dinner at Belvedere

First night, jet-lagged, with children, you won't want to go anywhere. Belvedere is in the hotel but the terrace table I've asked for sits right on the edge of the cliff. The kitchen already has a shellfish-free tasting menu prepared for William.

Private gozzo to Positano

A traditional wooden gozzo, not a flashy speedboat, Salvatore has skippered for my clients for nine years and knows the quiet coves the day-trippers never reach. He'll let Oliver take the wheel. This is the day the children will remember.

Lunch at La Sponda

At lunch the dining room is lit by the daylight off the water rather than its famous 400 candles, which means you get the Michelin kitchen without the formality of the evening, right for a family. Ask for the burrata; it's not on the set menu.

Snorkeling at Li Galli

The Li Galli islands are privately owned, Rudolf Nureyev once owned them, so the water around them is calm and almost empty. I've booked a guide who specialises in nervous young swimmers; Amelia will be in good hands.

Dinner at Da Adolfo

You were right to question Donna Rosa, their chef is away. Da Adolfo is the better story anyway: there's no road to it, you arrive by their own little boat with a red fish painted on the bow, and they grill mozzarella on lemon leaves. It's the most 'hidden' place on this coast and exactly your kind of find.

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